Well, dear Pumpkins, I don’t think I’ve seen such low blowing swings since my rather well dispossessed husband tried to philander with our diminutive cleaning lady.
And I thought that was the year of the snake.
First it was Hard Rock taking a (meow) swipe at Sandals. Now Pearson Airport parking lots are running ads saying they offer covered parking and no waiting for your car – unlike the other guys. “Park at the airport, not near the airport”. In case you missed the YYZ Park ‘n Fly fiasco during snowmapithy, you’ll know it was Park‘n Stay - for 8 hours.
Overnight. With kids. Sort of like being stuck on the Triumph, only with working toilets.
Point is, to kick the valets when they’re down in the slush seems un-neighbourly. It’s not like Pearson ever gave me a parking coupon anyway. All I can hope for is that Carnival competitors won’t start running ads saying their ships actually cruise.
South of the border, Megamerican Airlines lives. It’s all a bit Frankensteiny to me, dahrlings. A hulking brute of an airline thumping around airports. Clogging up GDS’s. Although you know what they say - the bigger they are... the harder they brawl.
